Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The sound of police sirens filled the alley, and a police detective wearing a long windbreaker pulled up the cordon and walked in.

"What's going on?" he asked briefly to the two police officers responsible for on-site exploration.

"Things are not good, sir." One of the black police officers took off his hat, his expression looked very bad. His companion handed the man several photos and a report.

The man took it, and the situation in the first photo made his teeth ache.

After a while, he handed back the report and photos, and his face gradually turned towards the black police officer: "Okay, gentlemen. It seems that we can't handle this matter. I'm going to make a call."

He came to the entrance of the alley and stroked his cheek with his left hand. There was a back molar affecting the nerves of the entire face. The man grinned and took out his mobile phone from his arms and made a call.

"Yes, it's me." He said vaguely. "Things are very bad. You can see us on Magervin Avenue. You can see us when you come."

Not long after, a figure flew over on spider silk. She landed lightly on the street lamp above the man's head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Go in and see for yourself, Spider Girl." The detective raised his head and sighed. He rubbed his left cheek and his expression became increasingly grim: "I really don't know which bastard can do this.

Something like this is coming."

"It's a ghost spider, detective."

"Whatever - it doesn't matter. As long as you can help us catch this bastard, I can call you God."

"no."

Gwen rolled over and landed on the ground, shrugging her shoulders. She still didn't understand why the detective reacted like this, but when she entered the tavern at the end of the alley, she understood.

The inside of the tavern is very dark. It is obvious that this is an underground tavern. It should have been an underground warehouse or something. Gwen is very familiar with this kind of building. Her own band has performed many times in such a place, but the underground tavern

There are also levels... Some are just places for young people to seek excitement, and this one in front of her.

There were about thirty corpses lying on the ground. Without exception, they all died in extremely miserable conditions. None of them had a complete corpse. The hands and feet of a few unlucky guys were even hung from the broken chandeliers hanging vertically from the ceiling. If it were placed

In the past, Gwen would immediately go out and find a place to vomit for a while, but after experiencing so much, she was able to regard these corpses as nothing.

She didn't enter rashly. According to her experience, such a tavern usually has a small room, which is either a place for the spectators to rest or to store those shameful things.

Her eyes searched around the tavern. Her keen perception beyond ordinary people allowed her to quickly discover a secret passage that even the police officers failed to discover.

However, when she walked into the room, she found that her guess was only half correct.

There were indeed some shameful things here, but not the kind she thought. It wasn't dupe or counterfeit money, but a bronze statue.

The statue was as tall as a person, and it looked simple and sacred. But Gwen's mind suddenly felt a tingling pain, and her spider sense was constantly warning her. Obviously, this thing was not as sacred as it looked.

Gwen stepped back cautiously, not intending to touch this thing.

But it's too late.

The statue shined brightly, engulfing her, and after a moment, the place became quiet again.

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Gwen was awakened by the sound of the horn. When she regained consciousness, she found herself standing in the middle of the road. A driver in a silver car was honking his horn angrily towards her and stretched out a hand from the car window.

, waving his middle finger angrily at her.

"Wow! Bro, there's no need to be so serious!" Although she still couldn't figure out the situation, the optimism in Gwen's character still made her subconsciously say wisecracks, and then left here with a cobweb.

"...what the hell?"

What she didn't notice was that a boy with a schoolbag standing on the roadside was staring at her leaving figure in stunned silence.

He turned back incoherently and gestured to his fat companion: "Ned, Ned, Ned! Did you see that? Wtf?!"

"Ah? What?"

His chubby companion looked up from his phone with a confused look on his face.

"Didn't you see it just now? There!" He pointed to the middle of the road. The expression on his face was almost comparable to that of Chris Rock who was slapped by Will Smith at the Oscars. The surprise cannot be faked.

.

"What happened there?"

"There... stands... a... me! A female version of me!" He tried hard to speak clearly enough to finish a sentence. But his explanation failed to make his companions understand.

What happened made me even more confused.

"What are you talking about, Peter?"

Peter shook his head in frustration: "No, it's nothing...I must be hallucinating."

Is that really an illusion?

Peter didn't think so, so his first reaction after returning home was to turn on his computer and start frantically searching the Internet. But the kid's behavior of pinning all his hopes on video websites and search engines was obviously not reliable.

Spectrum. Not only did he not find any clues, it also attracted the attention of others.

His watch started ticking, and Peter picked it up absentmindedly, putting it to his ear as a man said absently: "Boy, I understand you're in puberty now. But isn't it a little too crazy to search for a female version of yourself?

"

"What?"

"Don't be pretentious, kid. Listen, if you really... have such a special taste, if your academic performance is good enough, I won't be able to take you to find two girls who are willing to wear spider costumes when you become an adult.

.”

Only then did Peter realize what he meant, and the boy blushed: "Mr. Stark...! Are you spying on my computer?"

"I prefer to call it the guardian's reasonable protection of the ward."

"You're not my aunt!"

A man's pretending to be serious voice came from the watch: "I promise that you will join the Avengers. I will be your guardian. Do you understand?"

"Oh..." Peter's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he almost forgot about the business. "Wait, don't hang up yet, Mr. Stark!"

"Huh? Just tell me, I'm listening, kid."

A few minutes later.

The man's voice revealed an unconcealable weirdness: "So, you want to convince me to believe you that you witnessed a female version of Spider-Man causing a traffic jam on the street this morning? And she appeared with a ray of light?

"

"If you don't believe it, forget it, Mr. Stark."

Being denied over and over again, even Peter would get a little tempered. Stark was silent for a while, and then he said: "Okay, kid. Tell me the location and I will investigate."

"The second traffic light junction on Arthur Avenue, sir, if you have the result, please -"

"——Tell you? No, no way, this is not negotiable, kid. You go to school well, you missed thirteen classes last month, if you keep like this, you can't even think about graduating. Listen, New York

It’s not the turn of a child to protect the safety of the city, do you understand?”

glutamic acid

After saying that, he hung up.

On the other side of the city, Stark Tower.

Tony Stark was sitting in his workshop, looking thoughtfully at the screen on the right. He held a wrench in his dirty hand, and in front of him was a gold and red steel gauntlet.

.

"So, Friday, is that kid telling the truth?"

A female voice sounded: "Inquiry in progress, please wait, sir."

After a moment, a surveillance video popped up on the screen. In the video, a woman wearing a white and black spider suit was standing in the middle of the road in a daze. After being scolded by the driver, she pulled up a spider thread.

, quickly went away.

Stark raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell, is it possible that that kid has a twin sister? On Friday, we will continue to trace her whereabouts." He lowered his head and continued to repair the steel gauntlet as he spoke. "Keep me informed of the latest progress."

"Understood, sir."

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When a person is unlucky, his teeth will get clogged even if he drinks cold water.

Gwen understands this very well - God, could she be any more unlucky? This familiar drama again, another parallel universe?!

Now, Gwen Stacy, how will she go back this time?

Just when she was feeling annoyed, a man's slightly frivolous voice came from behind her, and it also carried a bit of electricity. It sounded a bit like a synthesized voice: "Hello, miss."

Gwen turned her head and saw a steel armor floating in mid-air looking at her.

"Uh...hello?"

Her reaction surprised Stark: "You don't know me?"

"Do I have to know you?" Gwen asked.

"Interesting, which deep mountain and old forest did you run out of? Don't tell me yet, let me guess. You weren't cloned by some strange organization that got some blood samples from Spider-Man, right?" His voice sounded.

It gradually became weird.

"Do you know Spider-Man? Who is the Spider-Man in this world? Peter Parker?"

"...You know a lot, Miss." Stark's voice became serious. "Also, what do you mean by the other world in your mouth?"

"That's the literal meaning, I come from a parallel universe."

Gwen shrugged matter-of-factly, not wanting to cover up this matter at all - what was there to hide? Rather, she wished that the more people knew about it, the better. The more people there are, the more power there is. So she quickly came up with something similar to Dr. Otto.

It would be better if the genius sent her back.

In the armor, Stark's expression became very strange, so strange that it was even a little ridiculous.

Parallel universe is one of many people's unknown assumptions about the world, but it has never been proven. Although this theory has never lacked a large number of supporters and fantasists, there is no doubt that parallel universe is already the most popular idea of ​​their time.

A famous conjecture.

"Do you have any evidence to prove this?"

After hesitating for a while, Gwen took off her mask and said, "My name is Gwen Stacy. You can check where I am in this universe."

She said it too late. In fact, the moment she took off the mask, Stark had already started scanning his face. Without him having to say anything, a photo was automatically sent over on Friday, and the person in the photo was indeed

It's Gwen Stacy herself, confirmed without a doubt.

But, there's just one problem.

She in the photo is more immature and younger than the one in front of her, but she has just graduated from high school.

After a while.

Stark was sitting on the edge of the building, eating a hot dog he had just bought. He said: "It's a pity that I couldn't tell reporters about this, otherwise I could have won a Nobel Prize, although I don't need that crappy award."

Prove something."

"Have you always been such a stinker?"

"Have you always been so rude?"

"Well, many people have said this." Stark shrugged, and because he was wearing armor, this action caused a mechanical sound. "But, if you have to ask, yes. Geniuses always

It requires some small privileges, doesn’t it?”

He said: "No matter what, the top priority is to help you return to your own universe first, right?"

"It would be best if you could help." As she spoke, Gwen's expression became a little strange. "Besides, I think this matter may have to be postponed for a while."

"Huh? How do you say this? Are you interested in our world? Do you want to travel?" Stark joked, but the expression on the other person's face made him realize something. At the same time, a loud noise came.

He said with a stiff expression: "Well, there isn't any huge alien spacecraft landing in the sky behind me, right?"

"Right?"

Facing his question, Gwen just pulled up her mask, swung her webbing, and rushed over there.

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She is really unlucky.

He Shenyan stood in the hidden room of the underground tavern, his expression speechless.

Okay, what's next? Do I have to stage a long-distance chase for my wife? No, she is not my wife... Speaking of which, how did she get teleported away?

The mage moved his fingers slightly, and the room began to simulate a virtual scene using magic power. The time was just before he came. Gwen entered the room, and in the center of the room was an ordinary-looking bronze statue.

After entering, she wanted to leave not long after. But the statue then emitted a bright light and teleported her away, and the statue itself disappeared.

While he was thinking, there was a sound of footsteps behind him. A man shouted to him: "Hey! Who are you? Put your hands up where I can see them, otherwise I will shoot!"

The mage paid no attention to the police officer who was doing his duty faithfully. With a slight thought in his mind, the policeman fainted and gave him a good dream.

A bronze statue that can cross borders, ha.

He Shenyan gradually smiled. There was something new to study. Not bad, not bad.

But, there is a problem.

I'm here for a fucking vacation! Not here to work overtime!